What "we" don't know about you.

Geezer said:
My wife's first husband was named Larry, too.
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She's smart. No chance you'll be bothered if she calls you by her ex's name.

On the other hand. First wife: Teresa. Second wife: Tracey. RR: didn't think that through.....
 
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Spartan01 said:
When I do its usually something unusual.
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Come on, admit it. You just like how it feels when you go commando. ;)
Jerzsubbie said:
I’m convinced that the only reason we survived was because as we got in the car, I said, “With her driving, we better put our seatbelts on! Lol”. Passers by who stopped didn’t believe that we were the ones who were in the car, they thought they witnessed a fatal accident.

Regardless of how uncomfortable seat belts might be, I ALWAYS wear them.
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Back in my college days, I was riding with a friend and this lady made a left hand turn right in front of us. I am not sure how fast he was going, but I doubt it was the legal speed limit. Anyway, he clipped the oncoming van and it broke the drivers side mirror off and caused him to partially lose control. The car left the road and was going down the sidewalk to the right of the road, bouncing between a concrete retaining wall and these 3' diameter steel light poles. He managed to come to a stop. The scariest part was that about 5-10 minutes after this happened, there was a group of kids playing on the sidewalk right where he had been driving. Of course, everything was happening in slow motion and it seemed to have gone on forever.

Unfortunately for the lady, she had the city FD right behind her who saw the whole thing and testified to the responding cops that she wrongfully made a left hand turn with oncoming traffic. Turns out the lady had a suspended drivers license, no insurance, it wasn't her vehicle, and she had small kids in the back who weren't in the required car seats.
 
draco88 said:
I feel like theres a story here that involves food poisoning.
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I had to walk home from Hillsborough Street to Jones Franklin, about 6 miles. I couldn't be in the confines of an automobile after it hit me.

Lost 12 lbs in two days. Awful.
 
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Pineapple said:
I had to walk home from Hillsborough Street to Jones Franklin, about 6 miles. I couldn't be in the confines of an automobile after it hit me.

Lost 12 lbs in two days. Awful.
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Sounds like my great Tequila purge of 1995.
Haven't touched it since. The smell will even turn my stomach now.
 
Windini said:
I tooled around roads and dirt tracks in northern Thailand on a Honda 125cc bike for a few weeks in Dec., 1993. On Christmas Eve, I was in a sampan powered by the scaled-down version of what I'd come to call the "V-8 on a stick" on the Mekong between Thailand, Laos & Myanmar; the boatman thought it was enduringly fun to buzz the Laotian bank to observe the bare-breasted local women doing their laundry, who alternately cursed & laughed at us.
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Ever go to Goldfingers in Bangkok?
 
I’m claustrophobic and hate heights…it doesn’t cause paralysis or impede me from doing what I need to do, but it has been to the point where if I am in an enclosed, confined space or working above 20’, I’ve had to verbally, out loud, talk myself through it and “off the ledge”.

Some of you who know what I’ve done for the last 20 years are probably, “WTF?!”
 
Still relatively new but here goes:

I used to have a conservative radio show in college called Sheepdog Radio.
I have an irrational hatred for sting rays.
Never saw a 60's Pontiac I didn't want to own, obsessed with GTOs.
Also obsessed with B17 bombers and most other WW2 aircraft.
Enjoy coming up with as many variations of the BBQ "Fatty" that I can.
 
draco88 said:
Sounds like my great Tequila purge of 1995.
Haven't touched it since. The smell will even turn my stomach now.
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Had one of those with citrus vodka. Can't stand the smell of it.

My mother tells of having had a really bad tooth ache on a weekend and no dentist available, so she drank Cutty Sark until the pain stopped and puked in the bushes outside. Can't stand the stuff to this day.
 
I can't stand Jack Daniels whiskey.

Puked one too many times after drinking it in my misspent yute.

My family is from a small town in TN 16 miles from the distillery. Saying that out loud in their presence will get me disowned. Not that there's anything to own there exactly lol.
 
I was in a reality TV program before it was called reality TV. Back in 1991 they filmed "Yearbook", a Fox TV show about the lives of middle class midwestern teens. The production crew challenged us to have outrageous or interesting ideas regarding asking for dates to the Homecoming dance. I used to volunteer my time in a study hall period to help out in the school office. There was no pay, but it allowed me to walk the halls freely whenever because the SRO and teachers knew I did the dirty work of escorting the delinquents to the Dean's office.
I had discovered that Mary, the socially invisible ginger band geek that nobody paid any attention to, had suddenly blossomed over the previous summer break. I used my position with the school office to have Mary pulled from class and delivered to the Dean's office where I was waiting to pop the question. Mary didn't even know my name prior to this. It was great. She said yes. We didn't continue on dating post dance, but Mary became quite popular after that.
 
indie_rocker said:
I'm the token gay guy of the forum. Seriously. I have a husband, we both enjoy firearms quite a bit.
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That’s not a issue here. What you believe goes or doesn’t go on Banana pudding as a topping is where you get judged. As long as you say it doesn’t need a topping you alright with me.

Sorry, one more question AK or AR??
 
Windini said:
I tooled around roads and dirt tracks in northern Thailand on a Honda 125cc bike for a few weeks in Dec., 1993. On Christmas Eve, I was in a sampan powered by the scaled-down version of what I'd come to call the "V-8 on a stick" on the Mekong between Thailand, Laos & Myanmar; the boatman thought it was enduringly fun to buzz the Laotian bank to observe the bare-breasted local women doing their laundry, who alternately cursed & laughed at us.
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Tim said:
- I know the words to every song from The Little Mermaid.

- I was arrested for Grand Theft Auto and subsequently for assaulting the actual thief.

- I scored a goal against an NHL goalie during a pick up game.
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I was arrested for contributing to the delinquency of a minor.....3 days after I stopped being a minor. Undercover cops, one a female. According to the police report I apparently told her that she looked like Neil Sedaka (she did!). All the cops were young, and I was convinced that they weren't really cops, and that they were going to steal our cooler full of beer.
I was not going to let that happen. That's what I told the magistrate at 2am when those REAL cops took me to night court.
All charges were dropped.
 
Speaking of taste aversions......

Butterscotch.

When I was 3 years old I was with my grandmother in a store and was eating a butterscotch disk. It lodged in my airway and got stuck. She had to do the heimlich to dislodge it.

It's one of my earliest childhood memories. I remember my vision tunnelling as I started to lose consciousness and then that butterscotch disk falling toward the floor with a single drop of blood following it.

Can't even stand to smell it.
 
RR said:
Speaking of taste aversions......

Butterscotch.

When I was 3 years old I was with my grandmother in a store and was eating a butterscotch disk. It lodged in my airway and got stuck. She had to do the heimlich to dislodge it.

It's one of my earliest childhood memories. I remember my vision tunnelling as I started to lose consciousness and then that butterscotch disk falling toward the floor with a single drop of blood following it.

Can't even stand to smell it.
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My family will not let it die, and I still crack up every time I hear "Heimlich". Don't remember what brought it up, but were were all at our annual family Christmas gathering and somehow the topic of chocking came up.
My sister-in-law (highly educated, and opinionated) started telling a story about someone chocking....and said "thank goodness somebody knew how to do the Heimlich "Remover"! " We all just lost it! Still tease her about it.
"Guess that'll come in handy if you ever get chocked on a Heimlich!"
 
Nebowictz said:
I really enjoy theatre and musicals...
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I do too! I've been to a couple dozen productions in NYC and used to enjoy going every chance I got. My daughter's in all aspects of live theater fairly big time and actually gets paid pretty well for it. She's politically sane but keeps it to herself.

She fled NYC March 10, 2020, two days before Broadway went dark, and hasn't been back. Thanks idiot Democrats.


Gaston said:
...I play Magic the Gathering.
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I can but poorly. My son is very good at it, goes to tournaments and because he wins small time money doing it, my parents decided he had a "gambling problem".

Yeah, they're like that.
 
My undergraduate degree from NC State is in Poultry Science. There were only 75 or so PS graduates in the US when I graduated in 1976, and maybe fewer today. I laid claim to being the sole Poultry Science major, Masters in Business, CPA and Certified Financial Planner in the world at one time. I'm not sure it's true, but I bet there aren't many. (I've since let the CFP designation go as it wasn't worth the costs.)

I used to watch "Hey Vern, It's Ernest" starring Jim Varney when it was a Saturday morning kids' show.
 
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Worked for AutoMag for a while. Built and destroyed more class 3 items then most have seen. Worked in firearm import and export. Along with some of the major brands. Also worked in ammo manufacturing on the large scale. Along with deactivating military weapons. And currently working for a small gun shop.
 
NKD said:
There’s nothing interesting about me.

I like cats and I’ll likely destroy you at playing pool.
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I used to shoot a pretty fair game, and like to play. @fieldgrade and I went to the place at MacGregor and shot some a couple years ago, but had to leave when the gangsta rap started up on the jukebox.
 
dmarbell said:
I used to shoot a pretty fair game, and like to play. @fieldgrade and I went to the place at MacGregor and shot some a couple years ago, but had to leave when the gangsta rap started up on the jukebox.
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I have no idea what a jukebox costs today, but years ago when that would happen, Id put $5 in the jukebox, pick the most obnoxious song I could find, and punch its number 20 times in a row before I left.
Imagine a solid hour of Macarena or Who Let the Dogs Out 😂
 
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draco88 said:
I have no idea what a jukebox costs today, but years ago when that would happen, Id put $5 in the jukebox, pick the most obnoxious song I could find, and punch its number 20 times in a row before I left.
Imagine a solid hour of Macarena or Who Let the Dogs Out 😂
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Aardvark said:
I can but poorly. My son is very good at it, goes to tournaments and because he wins small time money doing it, my parents decided he had a "gambling problem".
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I played tons in high school (including a few state-wide tournaments), but then quit for about 15+ years. I've been playing the last few months to get my daughter into it and seems to enjoy it. We've been playing the Pauper format which is all commons. I want to play other formats, but decks can easily hit $1000+ to be competitive. 😳
 
I could care less about whether or not baked cornbread has sugar in it or not. Because I really don't care for it at all.

We grew up eating fried cornbread. That is one half of my favorite meal. I take two or three pieces with butter on them and put them in the bottom of a big bowl, then I pour my pintos all over them. Then I put about half a cup of diced raw onions on top. When I get down to the last piece of cornbread I pour molasses on it and whatever pinto juice and ham pieces are left over. My favorite meal all fits in a bowl (or two). Baked cornbread bores me to tears. I have heard different names for fried cornbread but they all sound half-yankee to me so I still just call it fried cornbread. Ain't no cake.

The first time I heard about a collard green sandwich and found out what it was, I knew that from there on out whenever I saw something advertised as "soul food" it really just meant poor country people food and that I would be happy eating there.

I know good and well there is an old poor country black man from Mississippi or Louisiana somewhere in my family tree because that is how I eat and that is how I fish. (I have 8 tackle boxes full of all the toys and gadgets but for the past 15 years I generally only fish with a cork and natural bait for fish that I can take home and eat.)

When nobody is around that I need to assert dominance over I put sugar on my grits. If it is a breakfast thing. Sugar on one half and pepper on the other. I grew up in the woods but mama was "from town".

I am sick to death of NC BBQ (Except for our little local outfit called Chirpy's, and it is mustard based.). Blasphemy I know. But I've ate enough of it to feed a small Caribbean nation for a year. Folks think they are accomplishing something spectacular when they make it but where I am from any 10 year old boy could make it better than 99% of the restaurants in NC and not think twice about it.

I would rather eat fried chicken livers and/or gizzards from a gas station (Texas Pete, two rolls, and a grape drink) than go to the Angus Barn or Ruth's Chris or any of that mess.

I don't give a crap whether banana pudding has meringue or whipped cream or nothing on it. Pudding is for children and geriatric hospital patients. Cake is for women. Men eat pie.



I can recite word for word from beginning to end the entire Eazy-Duz-It, Straight Outta Compton, Uncut Dope, and The Predator as well as a few other late 80s to mid-90s "gangsta rap" albums. I have a slightly left-leaning libertarian buddy who is black. He thinks it's funny to get my fat redneck overall-wearing butt drunk and then film me making videos to the music out in my shop. I'll never forget one morning he threatened to post one to Facebook until I reminded him of the video we made in my shop with his ex-wife.


The first year I was married the only Christmas present I got my wife was a two wheeled wheelbarrow.


I didn't like bourbon at all until about 15 years ago when a fella from Alabama introduced me to Knob Creek.


I have a list of dudes that I told my wife it was okay to marry after I die. If she deviates from the list I told her that I would haunt her. The first two dudes on the list are forum members.

My wife believes in ghosts.
 
thrillhill said:
I could care less about whether or not baked cornbread has sugar in it or not. Because I really don't care for it all.

We grew up eating fried cornbread. That is one half of my favorite meal. I take two or three pieces with butter on them and put them in the bottom of a big bowl, then I pour my pintos all over them. Then I put about half a cup of diced raw onions on top. When I get down to the last piece of cornbread I pour molasses on it and whatever pinto juice and ham pieces are left over. My favorite meal all fits in a bowl (or two). Baked cornbread bores me to tears. I have heard different names for fried cornbread but they all sound half-yankee to me so I still just call it fried cornbread. Ain't no cake.

The first time I heard about a collard green sandwich and found out what it was, I knew that from there on out whenever I saw something advertised as "soul food" it really just meant poor country people food and that I would be happy eating there.

I know good and well there is an old poor country black man from Mississippi or Louisiana somewhere in my family tree because that is how I eat and that is how I fish. (I have 8 tackle boxes full of all the toys and gadgets but for the past 15 years I generally only fish with a cork and natural bait for fish that I can take home and eat.)

When nobody is around that I need to assert dominance over I put sugar on my grits. If it is a breakfast thing. Sugar on one half and pepper on the other. I grew up in the woods but mama was "from town".

I am sick to death of NC BBQ( Except for our little local outfit called Chirpy's, and it is mustard based.). Blasphemy I know. But I've ate enough of it to feed a small Caribbean nation for a year. Folks think they are accomplishing some spectacular when they make it but where I am from any 10 year old boy could make it better than 99% of the restaurants in NC and not think twice about it.

I would rather eat fried chicken livers and/or gizzards from a gas station (Texas Pete, two rolls, and a grape drink) than go to the Angus Barn or Ruth's Chris or any of that mess.

I don't give a crap whether banana pudding has meringue or whipped cream or nothing on it. Pudding is for children and geriatric hospital patients. Cake is for women. Men eat pie.



I can recite word for word from beginning to end the entire Eazy-Duz-It, Straight Outta Compton, Uncut Dope, and The Predator as well as a few other late 80s to mid-90s "gangsta rap" albums. I have a slightly left-leaning libertarian buddy who is black. He thinks it's funny to get my fat redneck overall-wearing butt drunk and then film me making videos to the music out in my shop. I'll never forget one morning he threatened to post one to Facebook until I reminded him of the video we made in my shop with his ex-wife.


The first year I was married the only Christmas present I got my wife was a two wheeled wheelbarrow.


I didn't like bourbon at all until about 15 years ago when a fella from Alabama introduced me to Knob Creek.


I have a list of dudes that I told my wife it was okay to marry after I die. If she deviates from the list I told her that I would haunt her. The first two dudes on the list are forum members.

My wife believes in ghosts.
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Holy crap, we are related.....

Except for the sugar on grits thing....

Butter, salt. Nothing else please and thank you.

Grew up eating livers and gizzards. Collards. Poke Sallat. Fried squirrel. Damn. I'm hungry now.
 
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My family will not let it die, and I still crack up every time I hear "Heimlich". Don't remember what brought it up, but were were all at our annual family Christmas gathering and somehow the topic of chocking came up.
My sister-in-law (highly educated, and opinionated) started telling a story about someone chocking....and said "thank goodness somebody knew how to do the Heimlich "Remover"! " We all just lost it! Still tease her about it.
"Guess that'll come in handy if you ever get chocked on a Heimlich!"
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I once had to use the Heimlich on my cat. He loved these pretzel round sandwich things with cheese that we had. He swallowed one whole and started choking on it. I picked him up, put him on the back of the couch, put one hand on his shoulders, one under his belly and pressed inward and upward. Dislodged the pretzel, which he promptly ate before I could stop him.

DCGallim said:
I refuse to eat Pizza Hut. I don’t care how free it is I ain’t touching it. Me and my mom got food poisoning when I was maybe 10 and I still won’t eat there.
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There was a pizza hut near where I worked back in my college days. I was working with the (female) manager and we ordered a pizza from there. She didn't like it and kept calling it a "crappy" pizza (used a different word that starts with s but this isn't tortuga). After a while she said, "I don't feel so good", and went into the back room and sat in the john for a while. When she came out I said, "Crappy pizza?" and she turned scarlet red.
 
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The only liver I can eat is livermush. I would rather eat salted licorice before liver and would eat cat crap before both.

I 100% southern but I come to like and appreciate folks from other places and countries. But I am not going to their place and tell them how they are doing it wrong so expect them same here.


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A lot of the folks that have been around the forum(s) dating back to CSF know this but the newer folk may not.

Sept 23 2007 I fell 18 feet from a tree stand and landed flat on my back. Burst fracturing L-1.

I had to be "back country rescued" by an EMS station that lost their certification about a year later. They tried their best to kill me before turning me over to Duke Life Flight. Ever had a chest needle for a collapsed lung? I have, but spoiler alert! I didn't have a collapsed lung....😂

A week in the hospital, seven hours in surgery, two titanium rods and seven screws later I walked out of UNC in a turtle shell brace with a new perception of my own mortality.
 
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